[It won't take him long to reach Diedos, but he still makes sure not to waste too much time. Making a woman wait isn't something he makes a habit of, whether it's out of his own lust or because it's just plain damn rude. Either way, they're both good reasons in his book.
While on his way, he vaguely wonders if this lifestyle is slowly changing him, never having full indulged in such a hedonistic spur-of-the-moment life before. That perhaps he's developing sentimentality towards the people he's met here, but such thoughts are a bit too heavy to linger on currently.
He follows a familiar path, keeping a discrete (or perhaps not so discrete, considering its quality) sort of hooded outfit on to at least avoid having his dark hair stand out too much in such an area. After making sure there isn't any prying eyes within the area with a brief turn of his head, he raises a hand to knock quietly.]
[In the few minutes before he gets there, LB lingers through the short exchange of messages, filled with a sense of relief just to have it confirmed that Henry was still around. Perhaps that thought alone should be concerning – she shouldn't be getting attached when LB really didn't have a good history with anyone she was ever close to.
It was almost strange, considering she still really didn't even know that much about him. Was it because he was her first? Or maybe because she didn't feel she needed to be as superficial as she would with most of the people she met here?
Whatever it was, the sudden wave of dizziness she felt from using the palm reader (god damn that bracelet's effects were annoying) kicked in, forcing her to divert her attention away. Yes, LB knew this would happen, but it was still worth it to her – it wouldn't be hard to find some elite to appease.
However, before she can turn around to put some clothes on, she hears a knock at the door. That was... way too fast to be Henry, right? But if it were anyone hostile, they would have just broken in. Maybe Noiz had some really weird timing to come over to work on her suit?
Well, whatever the case was, LB makes it to the door, surprised to find that it was actually her first guess when she looks through the eye hole. Quickly, she opens the door, ushering him in (yes, still in the photographed lingerie), so he wouldn't be at risk staying outside too long.]
Henry, heehee! You should have told me you were coming over. [Her smile directed toward him is genuine, before she turns to shut the door. Though her place still wasn't particularly notable, she still took a little more care in decorating the place than the last time he was here.
LB's hold on the door is perhaps a bit odd for how long she holds onto it, balancing herself before turning back to Henry with a more alluring expression.]
I was about to put on more clothes. [Tilting her head, LB approaches closer to him, reaching up to pull the hood of his outfit down.] And that would've been a shame, wouldn't it? Heheh?
[If she's looking for an elite to appease, she need not look past her palm reader. Henry is more than willing to provide that sort of direction, should she ask him. As she opens the door, he's looking towards a wall, keeping his face hidden from anyone looking towards his direction were there any, and lifts his head to look at her. His pupils are already starting to dilate in interest as she gestures to bring him inside, and he smiles faintly at her.]
I suppose it would've been, but– [He watches her stand by the door, his brief second of confusion easily swept away by how she nears him and pulls his hood back.] I don't have any qualms working my way through the layers.
[His hand slides around her waist, tilting his head to align it with hers though not quite leaning in just yet.]
[Her eyes briefly crinkle with amusement to her own teasing comment. She certainly would do it, if he wanted it, but LB doubted that was the case here. Regardless, it's not long before her expression shifts into one of adoration, eyes half-lidded as both hands drop a little lower – one to his shoulder, the other to stoke at his jawline.
Taking the cue, LB close the gap between them to kiss Henry, though her lips barely touch his, for now. Though the touch is light, she lingers on it for a little while, pulling away with a content sigh.]
I'm glad – heeheehee – and now I know your favorite color, on top of it.
[Or at least one he must not mind. Even if it might seem like something little, it was still a question she liked to ask those she took a liking to – as someone who held several secrets of her own, she figured it was something that most wouldn't mind divulging about themselves. And sometimes their choices revealed something about themselves as well – granted, she still wasn't sure what to make of Henry's choice.]
[He hums with equal amount of amusement. Watching someone put more clothes on their body is not nearly as sexy as watching someone who's already dressed strip them off anyway.
He eases into her touch, hand sliding further towards her back when she leans in to brush her lips against his gently. It's almost a little surprising when she pulls away, as he'd expected something with a little more weight, but nonetheless still very much OK with it. The clean taste of her skin just barely clinging to his lips spread over his tongue as he licks them briefly.]
I'll be perfectly honest– [He says, with actual intentions of being honest this time. Color preferences alluding to what sort of person he may be is not exactly his topmost concern. He feels people who try hard enough can get a glimpse, and while some may find it to be arrogance, for him- and he imagines for people like LB as well- the less people knew, the better.]
–I don't really have a singular favorite color. There are a handful of hues that I find very pleasing, and they just happen to sit on the cooler end of the spectrum.
[He lets his finger slide down around her hip, tracing the waistband of her underwear, an appreciative glance as he's leaning back slightly to look at her.]
[His first comment is met with a humored exhale from her nose. She watches carefully as Henry makes a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips, which makes it enticing to go in for something a little more intense, but LB decides to wait a little on that. For now.
Instead, her hands move down to work on slowly pulling down the zipper of Henry's jacket.]
You're lucky you're so fast – heeheehee – I may have had to put on my secret mascot suit.
[The way her eyes crinkle at the remark suggests that she's making a joke, referencing the beginning of their first text exchange. Even if she really did have a secret mascot suit. Of sorts.]
As long as it's a color you enjoy? That's what matters, isn't it? I actually don't have a particular favorite either – heheh – it's hard to decide on just one. [With the zipper opened, she presses her body a little closer to his as she attempts to make her own interpretation of his response.
If he was drawn to cooler colors, did he have a taste for the mysterious – the hues one would see, tainted by shadows? Or perhaps he liked things more subdued, rather than something that would be more noticeable and up in one's face? Or maybe darker colors were just more relaxing to look at.
It was maddening, even when he was giving an answer about colors, it still presented a whole web of possibilities that may or may not be the truth. But then, that was about the kind of response she expected from him too.]
If you're expecting an entire cool rainbow, though, you're going to have to buy some of the other colors.
[He lets her unzip his jacket, chuckling along with her seemingly innocuous joke. The strange thing in her closet is a detail he'd forgotten about, surprisingly enough. He prides himself on his good memory and attention to detail, but he's still human- he didn't exactly get a proper look at it and had been thoroughly distracted at the time.
As she presses closer to him, his hold around her only gets more comfortable. Her skin directly against his white shirt warms his torso, and his other hand rests on the other side of her hip to hold her close. The fact that she doesn't have a favorite color either should be as interesting as it is- it's not an uncommon thing in the least- but he still wants to know simply because it's her. For such a bright personality, she wears a lot of neutral tones, grays and blacks like himself, so sometimes he can't help but interpret her presentation as a military thing. It could just be that she simply finds the neutral tones more flattering on herself, but seeing her now, he knows that's obviously not the case.]
Perhaps I am. Certainly wouldn't mind the view, that's for sure.
[His hands remain behaved for now, though the urge to run them over her backside is strong. He brushes his cheek against hers, planting little kisses along her jawline as if attempting to work off the heat building in his stomach as her inviting curves press against him still.]
Lavender? [A kiss.] Steel blue? [Another.] The staple black piece- [He drags his lips down to her neck, worrying his teeth against her skin gently as his desire grows, as if he's imagining these different colored pieces of lingerie on her body right now.]
[The funny thing was that LB herself actually had a preference for brighter, more vibrant colors. Specifically yellows and purples, but she held an appreciation for colors that weren't often seen in the dull, monotones of the ravaged landscapes she was more used to. Perhaps she wore a lot of neutral tones, but it was more due to her instinct to want to blend into the environment.
Once Henry's lips run down the angles of her face, LB closes her eyes, angling her chin upward, cherishing the feeling of his desire against her skin – something she might not have gotten to experience again, if the authorities had chosen to be more brutal in their punishment.]
I'll wear them all, heheh... [Black was actually her least favorite color, for very personal reasons, but it at least wasn't a color she minded wearing.] You pick the designs, it doesn't matter how little they cover.
[Tracing her thumb along his hairline, she smiles while continuing.]
You came all this way, you must be exhausted. [Pulling her head back a little, she eyes Henry alluringly.] Would you like to relax?
[While he does have natural attraction to cooler hues, the idea of seeing her in something more vibrant doesn't escape him either. After she agrees to wear what he buys her, he's now wondering how he should go about doing this. The more partners he seems to dedicate his time to, the more he starts to hesitate, even if this hesitance isn't expressed in any way. He doesn't have much else to do with his time, nor is he committed to anyone here, so it's not exactly stressful, but the thoughts still linger...
Attention brought back by her expression, he smiles at the suggestion. Though the way she looks at him only builds his interest in something more physical- which shows with how he soon follows her after she pulls back, nudging his nose and lips against her cheek- he manages to rein himself back a little to at least respond.]
Certainly.
[The longer she's against him, the more his hands wander. His hands smooth around her waist, gently pulling her, then letting her sway just as gently back, their bodies rocking in a very familiar motion and perhaps none too subtle. He eyes the direction towards her room, though he waits for her to lead.]
[Though her own mind was becoming filled with desire, more and more, LB could feel the need grow as she recognized something similar in Henry's expression. As their bodies begin to mold together, she sighs pleasingly near his ear. She lets a moment pass by, to take it in, before gently circling her thumb and index finger around one of Henry's arms until she's gripping one of his hands.
Finally pulling away, LB tugs him toward her bedroom, pausing in the middle of the hallway when another wave of dizziness crosses her senses, her grip temporarily tightening around his hand. Trying to shake it off, LB continues to the bedroom door, glancing back slyly as she reaches for the doorknob.]
You should tell me what you want – heheheh – tell me what you want me to do. [Because that's what's going to get rid of this damned vertigo.]
[This time the way she pauses grabs his attention. She seems almost a little unsteady, judging by the way she squeezes his hand to as if using it for balance. He obviously doesn't know that her condition requires him to tell her what he wants, but her telling him to tell her is enough incentive for him to comply. Besides, he can't say no to that look she gives him. Hell, how can he say no to anything she has to offer?
Upon entering the bedroom, his eyes skirt down her backside, wondering what he should suggest first.]
Sit on the bed, please.
[His voice comes out a bit thicker than he'd expected, and he swallows quickly as he hangs back slightly to watch her a little longer. He begins to strip off his jacket, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor.]
[Her brows raise a little at the tone of his request, feeling both a faint sense of surprise mixed with an odd feeling of attraction uncurling within her – while she liked to be in charge, she certainly didn't mind this arrangement either. Shifting the expression back to a smile, LB wondered if that counted as "servicing", but she was going to go along with it regardless. She wasn't quite certain what he was going to ask for next, but there always seemed to be an element of suspense, when it came to Henry.
Keeping her eyes on him, LB backs toward the bed, crouching slowly to the mattress when she drew near enough to it. Narrowing her eyes lustfully, she purrs out her next words as she crawled back to make enough room for Henry as well.]
Well, how could I refuse when you ask so nicely? Heheheh...
[If Henry looks around, he might notice that LB actually bothered to decorate her room a little more than the last time he was here. Most noticeably, there's now a dark purple curtain covering up her closet (though there's still a suspicious looking lump near the corner of it. She doesn't have any posters (she was still trying to discern her tastes for those kinds of things), but there are a few wall decorations (mostly prints of seaside landscapes), a medium-sized mirror, and a tiny bookcase in the corner.
Still not the fanciest room ever, but she's making progress.
Regardless, until she hears another direction from him, she's going to continue to watch him undress – because hey, this really wasn't a bad view in the least.]
[Being the perfect switch, he can take charge of a situation or react to one accordingly, tailoring to the needs of his partners in the most subtle way he can manage. Though he does have a great attraction towards women who are willing to top the everloving hell out of him, if she asks him to tell her what to do, he's more than willing to do it. He did take her for a more dominant personality, however, and taking what she'd just said into consideration (and coming to his own conclusions as well), he figures there's something that could work out for the both of them.
Her new decor is definitely noted in his memory, finding that the echoing of their voices aren't there anymore what with the room being filled out a bit. The decor is quaint, and he likes what she's done with the place. Just because he has a fancy looking apartment floor in Eos Tower doesn't mean he prefers that sort of luxury (though he certainly doesn't mind it in the least).
He smiles at her, the almost uncanny gentleness of it attempting to mask the obvious lust in his eyes. Slowly, he undoes his tie, taking careful steps towards her as he loops it around his hands idly. Stopping directly in front of her, he undoes just a couple of the buttons of his shirt by his neck.]
While you're down there, would you help me get a little more comfortable?
[The hand with the tie looped around it reaches down to brush against her chin and jawline, thumbing at the corner of her lips in an obviously suggestive manner. As much as he likes the idea of feeling her lips around him, that's not quite the idea he has in mind.]
[It's almost frustrating in that LB's own preferences tended to lean more with her in a dominant position, but she was finding herself in more unfortunate circumstances when it came to Henry – the first time was her first time and now this bracelet dictated that she had to follow his whims long enough to satisfy its purpose. At the very least, since she was at a low stage of its effects, it shouldn't take much this time.
For now, LB watches Henry take off his tie, feeling enraptured by his gaze upon her. Her brows raise a little when she notices that he wraps it around his hands – ideas form in her mind, but she keeps them all to herself; it was important that she did what he wanted. Besides, a little build-up wouldn't hurt either.
Leaning into his touch, her eyes briefly close as his thumb traces near her lips. Of course, she wonders if he wants her to take him within her mouth – a thought that makes her somewhat nervous when she knew that wasn't an area she was very good at. Unfortunately, the laughter problem really interfered in that kind of thing. Still, if that's what he wanted, she'd give it her best shot.
However, she figures that he just wants her to aid in removing his clothes. So, pulling herself nearer to him, LB reaches for his belt, glancing up at Henry as she unlatches it. It's not long before her fingers work at the lowest couple of his shirt buttons, so she can pull the flaps of it aside to reveal his bare stomach. Leaning her head in, LB briefly presses her lips near the waistband of his pants as she works on unbuttoning and unzipping the material.]
Heeheehee... like this?
[His request could mean several different things – she was just wanted to be certain.]
[Henry is not sure how he'd feel with a woman laughing around him as they try to blow him. It would probably make him feel a bit self-conscious, even though he knows that her laughing is more of an impulsive habit rather than her finding anything funny at the moment. While his mind isn't considering that possibility right at this moment, it'll probably occur to him later on.
Having her leaning in this close to his lower body does make the earlier spike of arousal rise, and satisfied with how she undoes his clothes slowly, he lets out a soft hum. Her warm breath sends a bit of a trill through his skin, practically able to feel the rising goosebumps across his arms torso. He brushes his fingers through her hair, watching, but soon his hand retreats. He'd seen how she eyed his hand, the tie, and some part of him hopes she takes it into consideration.]
Yes, like that...
[He murmurs under his breath, but he seems to straighten up just a touch like he's planning the next step. As he begins, he raises a leg, placing his knee on one side of her as if about to slide into her lap but not quite so.]
I'd also like... [He leans forward, hunching down so he can brush his cheek against the side of her head, as if trying to guide her down onto her back. His other arm slides around her waist, trying to lower her onto her back instead of simply letting her fall back as he brings his other knee up to straddle her.] ...for you to fuck me, this time. However you'd like.
[He keeps leaning her back further and further until she either touches the mattress or reacts differently. His eyes wander low, taking in the way her chest rises up in this position, the lace of her lingerie taut against the curves of her breasts. He wants to see her looming over him, riding him, but instead of saying it outright, he sort of wants to see how she'd interpret it.]
[When Henry seems to straddle over her, she brings her fingers to his back, sliding her palm across his spine as he drew forward. Her other hand braces her position against the mattress, while she attempted to go with the flow of his motions. She certainly didn't mind being on the bottom again, if that's what he wanted, though LB is initially curious as to what he was going for this time.
However, as she processes Henry's next request, LB first feels a bit of a flush go through her at his choice of words until she realizes how it didn't quite add up. Quickly, her eyes shift from mild to surprise to something more intense, more predatory as her lips stretch lecherously. Her hand against the mattress moves to his waist, rubbing by his hips while responding.]
You want me to fuck you? Heheheh?
[She doesn't wait for a response, as she quickly flips him over to his back. Part of her wondered if this would satisfy the bracelet's conditions (even if they had long been met by now anyway), but she supposed she'd find out. Lifting her leg, she straddles over Henry's hips, grabbing one of his wrists at the same time. There's a momentary pause as LB analyzes his expression before she lowers her body closer to his, pulling his wrist near his head while her lips hover by his ear.]
You're so impatient. [Like she can talk.
Still, her hold on his wrist temporarily presses a little harder against the mattress as a demonstration, while the other strokes at his jawline.] Perhaps you need a little restraint?
[She's testing the waters; if he seemed uncomfortable with the idea, LB would play it off as a joke and go with something else. If there were no objections? Well, then this could get interesting.]
[He could've worded it differently, a little more subtle, perhaps a word that was more specific as to what he wanted from her... but he wanted to see her reaction to a word like that. Fucking something was generally a masculinity charged term, though slight modifications in phrasing could easily make it applicable to both sexes, so to see how she'd interpret it interests him.
While it's possible she could take it quite literally, he doesn't know what she's into, he is all too captivated by that smile that spreads across her lips. He wants to know what's going on in her mind right now. Even as he's deftly upended and put on his back, arm tugged up, all he offers is a soft grunt, air hissing through his teeth as he inhales.]
Mn– [Yes. Yes, I do. Is what he'd like to say, but he finds himself unable to answer right away as she strokes his face gently. There's always something quite paralyzing about her touch, though he can't be sure if that's literal or not. It feels good though, right in this moment. His free hand is splayed against the sheets by his side, his muscles a bit tense after being rolled onto his back, but his body language is open and receptive.]
You may need it. I will try and take back control if you allow me to... [His hips shift a little bit underneath her, rolling them up a bit sensually. The bit of pressure against his crotch has him breathing a little harder. The hand in her grasp is still holding his tie, as he waggles it in reminder.] I'd like you to help me keep my hands to myself.
[The terribly ironic thing is that this was the exact position she'd place her victims in – in a last ditch effort – before literally stroking their face to death. Granted, both her and whoever was pinned below her always had a hell of a lot more clothing on too (or at least her plugsuit covered more of her body than this set of lingerie did). However, LB did at least find she had some degree of power over that ability of hers; it'd be terribly tragic if she accidentally killed sexual partner, during the act.
LB inhales quietly, feeling his hips rub against hers. It was tempting to just abandon her ideas to just grind against him now until they were both quivering from their release, but she had to be more patient this time. Still, she moves her hands temporarily to the center of his chest while pressing her groin harder against his, deliberately sliding slowly upwards until she was now on his stomach to be able to do what she wanted more efficiently.]
Heeheehee, you're such a naughty man. [Her head briefly tilts with a smirk as she reaches to unwind the tie from his hand.] It'd be terrible if you got control back so quickly.
[Putting each corner of the tie around a thin post on her headboard, LB tries to make each end of it even before reaching for both of Henry's wrists.]
Clasp your hands together. [It's a gentle, but still firm command – it'd be easier for the both of them if he went along with it. Funnily enough, even if she hadn't done anything like this, LB was actually pretty adept in tying knots. It was a skill necessary when the main hobby in her hometown was fishing – tying for fish hooks, in particular, could be tricky.
Once she's done with that, LB glances back to Henry, trying to read his expression.]
Is it too tight? [Even if she wanted the hold to stick, LB also didn't want him to be too uncomfortable during this either – it was a necessary step for herself to be comfortable, otherwise she'd likely worry about it the entire time.]
[On top of seeing her, all of her, just looming over him so imposingly with that coy grin and almost wicked gleam in her eyes, feeling her grind and roll up his body so teasingly has him hissing in a sharp breath. His attempts to quiet the noises are only made all the more obvious with how heavily he breathes out his nose.
He just makes a sound of agreement, letting the silk slide across his palm. He obeys her, not at all willing to go against her instructions. His hands come together, and the firm knot around his wrists has him breathing in again, gently losing the control of his hands. It's...definitely nicer this way, it feels safer, especially with her, and although he usually revels in danger, he does have a preference for what kinds.
Giving the tie a tug to check how secure it is, he looks at her with a relaxed expression. The only sort of distress she'll see is perhaps just how needy he feels in this moment, how warm and heavy her body feels against his. But it's a minute expression, and something he's good at holding back a bit.]
Not at all. It's perfect... [His voice comes out a little rough, breathy, and he clears his throat to rectify this.] I'm at your mercy.
[Naturally, Henry was proving to consistently be more difficult to read than most people, even if LB did feel she was slowly understanding the subtleties in his expressions. In any case, she wasn't picking up any sign of discomfort, and that was the most important thing to her. While she liked the security of feeling like the dominant one, LB also had a lot of insecurity about the darker parts of her taking things too far in an undesirable direction.
Still, LB has to smile crookedly at his last remark. Narrowing her eyes wickedly, she leans forward, placing her lips by his ear.]
Don't forget that. [Her own tone is sultry before she slowly flicks her tongue across the lobe, followed by a light bite. She shifts her hips afterward, so she's back to straddling his groin, sighing out against his skin to mask her enthusiasm while trying to think of all the areas she wanted to taste, to leave her mark on.
For now, she nibbles at the base of his throat as her fingers undo the last couple buttons of his shirt, until she's able to push it open. Satisfied, her face comes back up to capture his lips in a kiss, deeper than the ones that had preceded on this particular encounter, savoring the taste of it while her hands slowly trailed down the skin of his chest until her nails dug in near his waist.
Just to note his reaction, her hips roll over his at an agonizingly slow pace – if he wanted to be at her mercy, then by god she was going to do just that.]
[The subtle shifts in his expression will surely become less so as their time together wears on, this much he's sure. It doesn't mean he won't try, but there's only so much one can rein back when someone is grinding so artfully and heavily down against your stiffening erection.
He lets out a soft huff at the flicker of tongue and teeth against his ear, followed by a sharper hiss of air when she rolls her hips down against him. His hips automatically rise up to add to the pressure, letting out a soft sound despite himself. Flexing his bound hands, he pulls at the tie, bringing it taut, as cool air hits his warming skin fully. Her hands exploring his bared chest has him breathing faster, stomach muscles contracting attractively at the pinch of skin by his waist.]
Ah... [His eyes flutter shut though only briefly, cracking them open just enough to look up at her with a shaky breath escaping his lips. The slowness is most certainly agonizing, so he rolls his hips up again to meet hers, drawing it out nice and slow. It's...not enough, he knows this. Hell, he'd anticipated it, knowing that he wanted to be at her mercy, to squirm at the pace, to be even a little frustrated when things didn't go exactly his way. Every once in a while, he wants to experience the sensation of losing control, willingly letting someone do it for him.
They didn't even have to be someone he necessarily liked very much, but trust was important. LB is one of the few women he trusts (to an extent) to at least honor his wishes.]
...it's always, mmph, a bit funny how when one is bound, the desire to touch is even stronger than if they weren't bound.
[Silently, she notes his reactions as her mouth moves to different areas of his body, trying to discern where his most sensitive areas were, for future encounters. Of course, she fully anticipated that he'd react the most to shifting against the erection that was making itself more apparent below her, but that was just common sense.
Lowering her mouth, she kisses along his jawline, eventually moving her hand to gently tilt his chin to have access to his throat. With his hips adding pressure to her own motion, she pauses to sigh against his skin, though she quickly covers it up by digging her teeth in near a collarbone.
Once she notices him tug against his restraints, her eyes shift back up to watch, smiling against his skin at his response.]
Mmm, you really are impatient. [She mutters against skin, breathing out with a vague sort of amusement as she moves down to drag her lips between his pectorals, placing a light nip there as well. After that, though, she moves her hands to his upper chest, pushing herself up to be able to glance at his face better.] But – heheheh – maybe this is a little unfair?
[Her smile briefly broadens as she slides her hands up his bound arms.] Would you like me to take off my bra?
[Perhaps he can detect a hint of wickedness in her expression – either way, she was probably going to be a little unfair regardless, but even she wasn't quite certain in what kind of way that was going to be.]
[ She'll notice that his neck is particularly sensitive, as he sucks in a harsh breath when she presses her lips there and kisses at it. If she grazes her teeth against it, he'll let out a shaky exhale. There's a slight trembling in his muscles at all the light teasing touches, the anticipation seeming to rock him to his core. The only saving grace he has being the restraints around his wrists, hard and taut, a surprising source of reprieve from all the lightness.
His chest rises and falls slowly, watching her intently as warm lips press in as his chest rises and her mouth follows as it falls.] It could be, quite...
[His gaze goes up as she pushes her self up, though his eyes occasionally flicker down to her chest where they're pressed up against each other as she leans forward. They look like they're about to burst forth from the confines of the lacy garment, and his teeth are itching to bite down on it, to feel the crunch of the fine fabrics as his nose nudges against her skin.
The look she gives him has him pausing, though the eager arousal is evident in his pupils alone.]
Please... slowly, now. [He whispers with a bit of a raspy quality to his voice, hips rolling up again in contrast to the patience in his words.] I'd like to watch it all come apart nice and easy.
[With her watching Henry so intently, she notices when his eyes roam to her chest, which draws a satisfied huff from her lips. Leaning forward, placing her hands at both sides of her head, her lace-covered breasts are just a few inches from his face and LB is fully aware of this.
Her hips press down hard against his when he impatiently rolls forward, causing her to briefly close her eyes – god, all she wanted to do was to rip the rest of his garments off and just fuck until they were both shuddering from their climax, but she herself had to be patient as well. Just a little longer, now.]
I don't think I heard you, lover.
[She heard him loud and clear, but she's being a shit right now.]
[ He automatically breathes in when her chest nears, pulling in her scent, cherishing the almost comforting hold she has around his face. He let's out a hot breath against her skin, to let her know his heady desire.
When he rolls against him hard, he grunts harshly, cursing softly under his breath and finding his hips wanting to fight against hers. Her words have him stopping though, as he gives her a shaky grin. Ah, making him show her just how much he wants her, eh? ]
I-I do, please- [ His volume rises, desperation flitting about in his tone. He's still quite in control of himself, despite how much he really wants it. It makes the act of begging all the more easier to conduct the way he wants. ] -I want... need to see all of you- just as much as you want to see all of me.
[ He grins a little devilishly at the last part, because let's be real- he can be a little shit too. ]
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Date: 10/16/15 08:43 am (UTC)While on his way, he vaguely wonders if this lifestyle is slowly changing him, never having full indulged in such a hedonistic spur-of-the-moment life before. That perhaps he's developing sentimentality towards the people he's met here, but such thoughts are a bit too heavy to linger on currently.
He follows a familiar path, keeping a discrete (or perhaps not so discrete, considering its quality) sort of hooded outfit on to at least avoid having his dark hair stand out too much in such an area. After making sure there isn't any prying eyes within the area with a brief turn of his head, he raises a hand to knock quietly.]
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Date: 10/17/15 06:21 am (UTC)It was almost strange, considering she still really didn't even know that much about him. Was it because he was her first? Or maybe because she didn't feel she needed to be as superficial as she would with most of the people she met here?
Whatever it was, the sudden wave of dizziness she felt from using the palm reader (god damn that bracelet's effects were annoying) kicked in, forcing her to divert her attention away. Yes, LB knew this would happen, but it was still worth it to her – it wouldn't be hard to find some elite to appease.
However, before she can turn around to put some clothes on, she hears a knock at the door. That was... way too fast to be Henry, right? But if it were anyone hostile, they would have just broken in. Maybe Noiz had some really weird timing to come over to work on her suit?
Well, whatever the case was, LB makes it to the door, surprised to find that it was actually her first guess when she looks through the eye hole. Quickly, she opens the door, ushering him in (yes, still in the photographed lingerie), so he wouldn't be at risk staying outside too long.]
Henry, heehee! You should have told me you were coming over. [Her smile directed toward him is genuine, before she turns to shut the door. Though her place still wasn't particularly notable, she still took a little more care in decorating the place than the last time he was here.
LB's hold on the door is perhaps a bit odd for how long she holds onto it, balancing herself before turning back to Henry with a more alluring expression.]
I was about to put on more clothes. [Tilting her head, LB approaches closer to him, reaching up to pull the hood of his outfit down.] And that would've been a shame, wouldn't it? Heheh?
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Date: 10/18/15 11:26 pm (UTC)I suppose it would've been, but– [He watches her stand by the door, his brief second of confusion easily swept away by how she nears him and pulls his hood back.] I don't have any qualms working my way through the layers.
[His hand slides around her waist, tilting his head to align it with hers though not quite leaning in just yet.]
It looks better in person, I must say.
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Date: 10/19/15 01:05 am (UTC)[Her eyes briefly crinkle with amusement to her own teasing comment. She certainly would do it, if he wanted it, but LB doubted that was the case here. Regardless, it's not long before her expression shifts into one of adoration, eyes half-lidded as both hands drop a little lower – one to his shoulder, the other to stoke at his jawline.
Taking the cue, LB close the gap between them to kiss Henry, though her lips barely touch his, for now. Though the touch is light, she lingers on it for a little while, pulling away with a content sigh.]
I'm glad – heeheehee – and now I know your favorite color, on top of it.
[Or at least one he must not mind. Even if it might seem like something little, it was still a question she liked to ask those she took a liking to – as someone who held several secrets of her own, she figured it was something that most wouldn't mind divulging about themselves. And sometimes their choices revealed something about themselves as well – granted, she still wasn't sure what to make of Henry's choice.]
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Date: 10/19/15 07:06 am (UTC)[He hums with equal amount of amusement. Watching someone put more clothes on their body is not nearly as sexy as watching someone who's already dressed strip them off anyway.
He eases into her touch, hand sliding further towards her back when she leans in to brush her lips against his gently. It's almost a little surprising when she pulls away, as he'd expected something with a little more weight, but nonetheless still very much OK with it. The clean taste of her skin just barely clinging to his lips spread over his tongue as he licks them briefly.]
I'll be perfectly honest– [He says, with actual intentions of being honest this time. Color preferences alluding to what sort of person he may be is not exactly his topmost concern. He feels people who try hard enough can get a glimpse, and while some may find it to be arrogance, for him- and he imagines for people like LB as well- the less people knew, the better.]
–I don't really have a singular favorite color. There are a handful of hues that I find very pleasing, and they just happen to sit on the cooler end of the spectrum.
[He lets his finger slide down around her hip, tracing the waistband of her underwear, an appreciative glance as he's leaning back slightly to look at her.]
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Date: 10/20/15 02:58 am (UTC)Instead, her hands move down to work on slowly pulling down the zipper of Henry's jacket.]
You're lucky you're so fast – heeheehee – I may have had to put on my secret mascot suit.
[The way her eyes crinkle at the remark suggests that she's making a joke, referencing the beginning of their first text exchange. Even if she really did have a secret mascot suit. Of sorts.]
As long as it's a color you enjoy? That's what matters, isn't it? I actually don't have a particular favorite either – heheh – it's hard to decide on just one. [With the zipper opened, she presses her body a little closer to his as she attempts to make her own interpretation of his response.
If he was drawn to cooler colors, did he have a taste for the mysterious – the hues one would see, tainted by shadows? Or perhaps he liked things more subdued, rather than something that would be more noticeable and up in one's face? Or maybe darker colors were just more relaxing to look at.
It was maddening, even when he was giving an answer about colors, it still presented a whole web of possibilities that may or may not be the truth. But then, that was about the kind of response she expected from him too.]
If you're expecting an entire cool rainbow, though, you're going to have to buy some of the other colors.
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Date: 10/22/15 01:21 am (UTC)As she presses closer to him, his hold around her only gets more comfortable. Her skin directly against his white shirt warms his torso, and his other hand rests on the other side of her hip to hold her close. The fact that she doesn't have a favorite color either should be as interesting as it is- it's not an uncommon thing in the least- but he still wants to know simply because it's her. For such a bright personality, she wears a lot of neutral tones, grays and blacks like himself, so sometimes he can't help but interpret her presentation as a military thing. It could just be that she simply finds the neutral tones more flattering on herself, but seeing her now, he knows that's obviously not the case.]
Perhaps I am. Certainly wouldn't mind the view, that's for sure.
[His hands remain behaved for now, though the urge to run them over her backside is strong. He brushes his cheek against hers, planting little kisses along her jawline as if attempting to work off the heat building in his stomach as her inviting curves press against him still.]
Lavender? [A kiss.] Steel blue? [Another.] The staple black piece- [He drags his lips down to her neck, worrying his teeth against her skin gently as his desire grows, as if he's imagining these different colored pieces of lingerie on her body right now.]
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Date: 10/23/15 12:01 am (UTC)Once Henry's lips run down the angles of her face, LB closes her eyes, angling her chin upward, cherishing the feeling of his desire against her skin – something she might not have gotten to experience again, if the authorities had chosen to be more brutal in their punishment.]
I'll wear them all, heheh... [Black was actually her least favorite color, for very personal reasons, but it at least wasn't a color she minded wearing.] You pick the designs, it doesn't matter how little they cover.
[Tracing her thumb along his hairline, she smiles while continuing.]
You came all this way, you must be exhausted. [Pulling her head back a little, she eyes Henry alluringly.] Would you like to relax?
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Date: 10/23/15 11:55 pm (UTC)Attention brought back by her expression, he smiles at the suggestion. Though the way she looks at him only builds his interest in something more physical- which shows with how he soon follows her after she pulls back, nudging his nose and lips against her cheek- he manages to rein himself back a little to at least respond.]
Certainly.
[The longer she's against him, the more his hands wander. His hands smooth around her waist, gently pulling her, then letting her sway just as gently back, their bodies rocking in a very familiar motion and perhaps none too subtle. He eyes the direction towards her room, though he waits for her to lead.]
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Date: 10/24/15 01:35 am (UTC)Finally pulling away, LB tugs him toward her bedroom, pausing in the middle of the hallway when another wave of dizziness crosses her senses, her grip temporarily tightening around his hand. Trying to shake it off, LB continues to the bedroom door, glancing back slyly as she reaches for the doorknob.]
You should tell me what you want – heheheh – tell me what you want me to do. [Because that's what's going to get rid of this damned vertigo.]
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Date: 10/24/15 02:32 am (UTC)Upon entering the bedroom, his eyes skirt down her backside, wondering what he should suggest first.]
Sit on the bed, please.
[His voice comes out a bit thicker than he'd expected, and he swallows quickly as he hangs back slightly to watch her a little longer. He begins to strip off his jacket, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor.]
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Date: 10/24/15 02:49 am (UTC)Keeping her eyes on him, LB backs toward the bed, crouching slowly to the mattress when she drew near enough to it. Narrowing her eyes lustfully, she purrs out her next words as she crawled back to make enough room for Henry as well.]
Well, how could I refuse when you ask so nicely? Heheheh...
[If Henry looks around, he might notice that LB actually bothered to decorate her room a little more than the last time he was here. Most noticeably, there's now a dark purple curtain covering up her closet (though there's still a suspicious looking lump near the corner of it. She doesn't have any posters (she was still trying to discern her tastes for those kinds of things), but there are a few wall decorations (mostly prints of seaside landscapes), a medium-sized mirror, and a tiny bookcase in the corner.
Still not the fanciest room ever, but she's making progress.
Regardless, until she hears another direction from him, she's going to continue to watch him undress – because hey, this really wasn't a bad view in the least.]
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Date: 10/25/15 07:15 am (UTC)Her new decor is definitely noted in his memory, finding that the echoing of their voices aren't there anymore what with the room being filled out a bit. The decor is quaint, and he likes what she's done with the place. Just because he has a fancy looking apartment floor in Eos Tower doesn't mean he prefers that sort of luxury (though he certainly doesn't mind it in the least).
He smiles at her, the almost uncanny gentleness of it attempting to mask the obvious lust in his eyes. Slowly, he undoes his tie, taking careful steps towards her as he loops it around his hands idly. Stopping directly in front of her, he undoes just a couple of the buttons of his shirt by his neck.]
While you're down there, would you help me get a little more comfortable?
[The hand with the tie looped around it reaches down to brush against her chin and jawline, thumbing at the corner of her lips in an obviously suggestive manner. As much as he likes the idea of feeling her lips around him, that's not quite the idea he has in mind.]
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Date: 10/25/15 11:39 pm (UTC)For now, LB watches Henry take off his tie, feeling enraptured by his gaze upon her. Her brows raise a little when she notices that he wraps it around his hands – ideas form in her mind, but she keeps them all to herself; it was important that she did what he wanted. Besides, a little build-up wouldn't hurt either.
Leaning into his touch, her eyes briefly close as his thumb traces near her lips. Of course, she wonders if he wants her to take him within her mouth – a thought that makes her somewhat nervous when she knew that wasn't an area she was very good at. Unfortunately, the laughter problem really interfered in that kind of thing. Still, if that's what he wanted, she'd give it her best shot.
However, she figures that he just wants her to aid in removing his clothes. So, pulling herself nearer to him, LB reaches for his belt, glancing up at Henry as she unlatches it. It's not long before her fingers work at the lowest couple of his shirt buttons, so she can pull the flaps of it aside to reveal his bare stomach. Leaning her head in, LB briefly presses her lips near the waistband of his pants as she works on unbuttoning and unzipping the material.]
Heeheehee... like this?
[His request could mean several different things – she was just wanted to be certain.]
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Date: 10/26/15 10:17 pm (UTC)Having her leaning in this close to his lower body does make the earlier spike of arousal rise, and satisfied with how she undoes his clothes slowly, he lets out a soft hum. Her warm breath sends a bit of a trill through his skin, practically able to feel the rising goosebumps across his arms torso. He brushes his fingers through her hair, watching, but soon his hand retreats. He'd seen how she eyed his hand, the tie, and some part of him hopes she takes it into consideration.]
Yes, like that...
[He murmurs under his breath, but he seems to straighten up just a touch like he's planning the next step. As he begins, he raises a leg, placing his knee on one side of her as if about to slide into her lap but not quite so.]
I'd also like... [He leans forward, hunching down so he can brush his cheek against the side of her head, as if trying to guide her down onto her back. His other arm slides around her waist, trying to lower her onto her back instead of simply letting her fall back as he brings his other knee up to straddle her.] ...for you to fuck me, this time. However you'd like.
[He keeps leaning her back further and further until she either touches the mattress or reacts differently. His eyes wander low, taking in the way her chest rises up in this position, the lace of her lingerie taut against the curves of her breasts. He wants to see her looming over him, riding him, but instead of saying it outright, he sort of wants to see how she'd interpret it.]
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Date: 10/27/15 05:46 am (UTC)However, as she processes Henry's next request, LB first feels a bit of a flush go through her at his choice of words until she realizes how it didn't quite add up. Quickly, her eyes shift from mild to surprise to something more intense, more predatory as her lips stretch lecherously. Her hand against the mattress moves to his waist, rubbing by his hips while responding.]
You want me to fuck you? Heheheh?
[She doesn't wait for a response, as she quickly flips him over to his back. Part of her wondered if this would satisfy the bracelet's conditions (even if they had long been met by now anyway), but she supposed she'd find out. Lifting her leg, she straddles over Henry's hips, grabbing one of his wrists at the same time. There's a momentary pause as LB analyzes his expression before she lowers her body closer to his, pulling his wrist near his head while her lips hover by his ear.]
You're so impatient. [Like she can talk.
Still, her hold on his wrist temporarily presses a little harder against the mattress as a demonstration, while the other strokes at his jawline.] Perhaps you need a little restraint?
[She's testing the waters; if he seemed uncomfortable with the idea, LB would play it off as a joke and go with something else. If there were no objections? Well, then this could get interesting.]
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Date: 10/29/15 05:48 am (UTC)While it's possible she could take it quite literally, he doesn't know what she's into, he is all too captivated by that smile that spreads across her lips. He wants to know what's going on in her mind right now. Even as he's deftly upended and put on his back, arm tugged up, all he offers is a soft grunt, air hissing through his teeth as he inhales.]
Mn– [Yes. Yes, I do. Is what he'd like to say, but he finds himself unable to answer right away as she strokes his face gently. There's always something quite paralyzing about her touch, though he can't be sure if that's literal or not. It feels good though, right in this moment. His free hand is splayed against the sheets by his side, his muscles a bit tense after being rolled onto his back, but his body language is open and receptive.]
You may need it. I will try and take back control if you allow me to... [His hips shift a little bit underneath her, rolling them up a bit sensually. The bit of pressure against his crotch has him breathing a little harder. The hand in her grasp is still holding his tie, as he waggles it in reminder.] I'd like you to help me keep my hands to myself.
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Date: 10/29/15 08:10 pm (UTC)LB inhales quietly, feeling his hips rub against hers. It was tempting to just abandon her ideas to just grind against him now until they were both quivering from their release, but she had to be more patient this time. Still, she moves her hands temporarily to the center of his chest while pressing her groin harder against his, deliberately sliding slowly upwards until she was now on his stomach to be able to do what she wanted more efficiently.]
Heeheehee, you're such a naughty man. [Her head briefly tilts with a smirk as she reaches to unwind the tie from his hand.] It'd be terrible if you got control back so quickly.
[Putting each corner of the tie around a thin post on her headboard, LB tries to make each end of it even before reaching for both of Henry's wrists.]
Clasp your hands together. [It's a gentle, but still firm command – it'd be easier for the both of them if he went along with it. Funnily enough, even if she hadn't done anything like this, LB was actually pretty adept in tying knots. It was a skill necessary when the main hobby in her hometown was fishing – tying for fish hooks, in particular, could be tricky.
Once she's done with that, LB glances back to Henry, trying to read his expression.]
Is it too tight? [Even if she wanted the hold to stick, LB also didn't want him to be too uncomfortable during this either – it was a necessary step for herself to be comfortable, otherwise she'd likely worry about it the entire time.]
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Date: 11/2/15 01:25 am (UTC)He just makes a sound of agreement, letting the silk slide across his palm. He obeys her, not at all willing to go against her instructions. His hands come together, and the firm knot around his wrists has him breathing in again, gently losing the control of his hands. It's...definitely nicer this way, it feels safer, especially with her, and although he usually revels in danger, he does have a preference for what kinds.
Giving the tie a tug to check how secure it is, he looks at her with a relaxed expression. The only sort of distress she'll see is perhaps just how needy he feels in this moment, how warm and heavy her body feels against his. But it's a minute expression, and something he's good at holding back a bit.]
Not at all. It's perfect... [His voice comes out a little rough, breathy, and he clears his throat to rectify this.] I'm at your mercy.
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Date: 11/3/15 04:49 am (UTC)Still, LB has to smile crookedly at his last remark. Narrowing her eyes wickedly, she leans forward, placing her lips by his ear.]
Don't forget that. [Her own tone is sultry before she slowly flicks her tongue across the lobe, followed by a light bite. She shifts her hips afterward, so she's back to straddling his groin, sighing out against his skin to mask her enthusiasm while trying to think of all the areas she wanted to taste, to leave her mark on.
For now, she nibbles at the base of his throat as her fingers undo the last couple buttons of his shirt, until she's able to push it open. Satisfied, her face comes back up to capture his lips in a kiss, deeper than the ones that had preceded on this particular encounter, savoring the taste of it while her hands slowly trailed down the skin of his chest until her nails dug in near his waist.
Just to note his reaction, her hips roll over his at an agonizingly slow pace – if he wanted to be at her mercy, then by god she was going to do just that.]
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Date: 11/4/15 07:35 am (UTC)He lets out a soft huff at the flicker of tongue and teeth against his ear, followed by a sharper hiss of air when she rolls her hips down against him. His hips automatically rise up to add to the pressure, letting out a soft sound despite himself. Flexing his bound hands, he pulls at the tie, bringing it taut, as cool air hits his warming skin fully. Her hands exploring his bared chest has him breathing faster, stomach muscles contracting attractively at the pinch of skin by his waist.]
Ah... [His eyes flutter shut though only briefly, cracking them open just enough to look up at her with a shaky breath escaping his lips. The slowness is most certainly agonizing, so he rolls his hips up again to meet hers, drawing it out nice and slow. It's...not enough, he knows this. Hell, he'd anticipated it, knowing that he wanted to be at her mercy, to squirm at the pace, to be even a little frustrated when things didn't go exactly his way. Every once in a while, he wants to experience the sensation of losing control, willingly letting someone do it for him.
They didn't even have to be someone he necessarily liked very much, but trust was important. LB is one of the few women he trusts (to an extent) to at least honor his wishes.]
...it's always, mmph, a bit funny how when one is bound, the desire to touch is even stronger than if they weren't bound.
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Date: 11/5/15 03:08 am (UTC)Lowering her mouth, she kisses along his jawline, eventually moving her hand to gently tilt his chin to have access to his throat. With his hips adding pressure to her own motion, she pauses to sigh against his skin, though she quickly covers it up by digging her teeth in near a collarbone.
Once she notices him tug against his restraints, her eyes shift back up to watch, smiling against his skin at his response.]
Mmm, you really are impatient. [She mutters against skin, breathing out with a vague sort of amusement as she moves down to drag her lips between his pectorals, placing a light nip there as well. After that, though, she moves her hands to his upper chest, pushing herself up to be able to glance at his face better.] But – heheheh – maybe this is a little unfair?
[Her smile briefly broadens as she slides her hands up his bound arms.] Would you like me to take off my bra?
[Perhaps he can detect a hint of wickedness in her expression – either way, she was probably going to be a little unfair regardless, but even she wasn't quite certain in what kind of way that was going to be.]
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Date: 11/7/15 04:06 pm (UTC)His chest rises and falls slowly, watching her intently as warm lips press in as his chest rises and her mouth follows as it falls.] It could be, quite...
[His gaze goes up as she pushes her self up, though his eyes occasionally flicker down to her chest where they're pressed up against each other as she leans forward. They look like they're about to burst forth from the confines of the lacy garment, and his teeth are itching to bite down on it, to feel the crunch of the fine fabrics as his nose nudges against her skin.
The look she gives him has him pausing, though the eager arousal is evident in his pupils alone.]
Please... slowly, now. [He whispers with a bit of a raspy quality to his voice, hips rolling up again in contrast to the patience in his words.] I'd like to watch it all come apart nice and easy.
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Date: 11/7/15 07:43 pm (UTC)Her hips press down hard against his when he impatiently rolls forward, causing her to briefly close her eyes – god, all she wanted to do was to rip the rest of his garments off and just fuck until they were both shuddering from their climax, but she herself had to be patient as well. Just a little longer, now.]
I don't think I heard you, lover.
[She heard him loud and clear, but she's being a shit right now.]
I'm not so sure if you want it?
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Date: 11/7/15 08:47 pm (UTC)When he rolls against him hard, he grunts harshly, cursing softly under his breath and finding his hips wanting to fight against hers. Her words have him stopping though, as he gives her a shaky grin. Ah, making him show her just how much he wants her, eh? ]
I-I do, please- [ His volume rises, desperation flitting about in his tone. He's still quite in control of himself, despite how much he really wants it. It makes the act of begging all the more easier to conduct the way he wants. ] -I want... need to see all of you- just as much as you want to see all of me.
[ He grins a little devilishly at the last part, because let's be real- he can be a little shit too. ]
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